CLIO
Morning arrived with soft sunrays filtering through the shutters. Stretching, I relived the events of the past day, refusing to worry about being found out with Aidan. Instead, I focused on the joy of the grand piano, now holding a new meaning for me.
Dinner went smoothly after a few hiccups, ending with us scattered in the living room watching a movie. Lila, exhausted from her first day at the firm, passed out halfway through.
Later, lying in bed, I thought about the car ride with Aidan. With Michael, conversations often felt forced, as if he were molding me into his ideal. Aidan treated me as a whole person, appreciating me for who I was.
I wasn’t one of the “pretty ones” like Lila or Scarlet. Still, Aidan’s gaze made me feel like a prize-a new, intoxicating feeling.
I’d drifted off for a little while once everyone had bedded down for the night, but I woke up around midnight. I decided to take advantage of my balcony while it was quiet. I slipped out of bed and through my balcony door, and there he was again-Aidan was out on the sand working out.
Seeing him made me laugh quietly to myself. I guess he was left hanging earlier. I watched him unabashedly and admired the way his muscles moved in the moonlight and the sheen of sweat on his back and chest. He worked out for a good while before slipping into the darkness and out of sight.
Reluctantly, I went back inside and slid back beneath the now cool sheets. Idly, I checked the time on my phone, and that was when I saw that I had a message…from Aidan.
Aidan: You see what you make me do, Clio?
I smiled, a giddy surge racing through me. Quickly, I texted him back.
Me: I know I should feel bad, but…
Aidan: But you enjoy torturing me, naughty girl.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to quell my excitement. I’d spent my life being a good girl, the reliable girl, the nice girl…it felt thrilling to be referred to as a naughty girl. It was a turn-on that I hadn’t been expecting.
My phone buzzed in my hand again…
Aidan: Did you like what you saw, Clio?
Me: Every bit of it…
I bit my lip, debating on whether I should say more, but then, I remembered my mantra for the summer: follow your instincts. So, I fired off another text quickly.
Me: I can’t wait to see all of it.
Aidan: Don’t you worry, Clio, that will happen soon enough…
My heart raced at the thought of what he might have in store for tomorrow, but it was obvious he was not going to reveal more at the moment, which was probably for the best.
I wasn’t sure I could get through the rest of the night if I thought tomorrow would be the end of my virginity as I knew it, even if I hoped deep down that was exactly the case.
Me: Aidan? There’s something you should know before we…you know. I’ve never actually been that intimate with anyone before…I hope that doesn’t scare you away.
There was a long pause, and nerves bunched up in my stomach. Had I just ruined this whole thing? My phone buzzed in my hands, and I nearly dropped it.
Aidan: As long as it doesn’t scare you away that knowing you’re a virgin turns me on even more.
A fresh wave of desire bloomed within me, and I clenched my thighs together trying to calm the ache.
Me: Not scared…just excited
Aidan: Get some sleep, baby girl…you’ve got a big day tomorrow.
Me: Goodnight, Aidan.
Aidan: Goodnight, Clio. Sweet dreams.
***
Despite going to bed late, I woke early, eager for a peaceful swim before the beaches filled up. I enjoyed the meditative calm of having the sand and sea to myself.
I met Lila on her way out, dressed in a business suit from our recent shopping trip. “Day two,” she said, wobbling in her heels.
“You don’t need it, but good luck,” I replied as we parted.
Quickly accustomed to my bathing suit and sarong, I untied it, left it on the sand with my phone, and waded into the water, savoring the morning sun and adjusting to the water’s temperature.
Time slipped away as I enjoyed the gentle currents, focusing on instructor Toni’s advice to flow with the water. It was soothing and serene.
Emerging from the water, deja vu hit as I spotted a man with slate-gray eyes standing at the shoreline, watching me, the waves lapping at his feet.
I smiled at him broadly. Typically, I would have felt exposed, especially with him looking at me that way. But after what happened on that piano the day before, I felt emboldened. For once in my life, I did not feel the urge to shrink or hide myself. “Good morning,” I called.
“It is now,” he said, smiling. As I grew closer, excited nerves bunched up low in my belly.
The way he was looking at me made me grow fidgety and restless. “What?” I questioned when I finally made it to him.
He smiled and shook his head as in disbelief. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, Clio.” I didn’t know what to say to that, a simple thank you didn’t quite seem like enough. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry because he wasted no time in sliding his arms around my waist and bringing me to him for a long, thorough kiss.
God, two seconds in his arms and I was already clinging to him. His hands wandered down my back until they grasped my ass, tucking me even more tightly against him so that I could feel the hardness beneath his trunks. I moaned against his mouth just thinking about finally getting my hands on him and getting to explore.
His fingers played at the elastic edge of my bikini bottoms, moving slightly closer to my center with each touch. I reluctantly broke our kiss to gasp out my worry. “Aidan, I don’t think I can wait much longer…”
“Longer for what, Clio?” he asked in a gravelly voice. “Let me hear you say it.”
I made sure to meet his eyes as I told him, “I can’t wait much longer to feel you inside me.”
He licked his lips, and I could feel him stiffen even harder against me. He looked pained as he asked, “Are you sure you really want this, Clio? Are you sure you want me to take that from you?” His questions were sincere, and I appreciated that he took the time to make sure I was ready, considering how hard he was and the fact that he’d been like that since at least last night.
“Yes, Aidan, I’m sure. I want it to be you,” I said breathlessly against his lips.
“Christ,” he muttered before kissing me again. I wasn’t quite sure how we got there, I was too busy enjoying his mouth on mine, but somehow, we moved together a little farther up the beach. I was aware enough to know nobody else was around at the moment and that our little cove provided enough privacy, so when Aidan made it clear that he intended to take me in the sand, I didn’t balk at this idea.
I just wanted him any way I could get him, and the idea of taking the time to walk all the way back to the house seemed like too much time-time I could be feeling him.
He laid me gently back into the warm sand. Kissing me slowly as he let his hands roam, he reacquainted himself with the same areas he’d tasted the day before. His mouth was working my nipple, my fingers were dug in his hair when I managed to gasp out his name, “Aidan?”
He stopped what he was doing long enough to look at my face, need shining in his eyes. My throat threatened to close up in nervousness, but I pushed forward anyway.
“I want to touch you,” I managed to get out in a strangled voice. I watched in fascination as those gray eyes darkened to an almost black shade. Working up my courage, I told him, “I want you to show me how to touch you.”
He muttered an oath, then sat up next to me, looking almost like I’d slapped him across the face. “Clio, you’re going to kill me, you know that?” he asked soberly.
I gave him a faint smile. “I just want to make sure you feel as good as I do,” I said.
He bit back a groan, then helped pull me upward. “Come here,” he said in a gravelly voice as he positioned me to straddle his lap. I gasped when I felt his hardness press against my crotch. It amazed me how two people with two pieces of cloth between them could still create such pleasurable friction. He gave a sexy grin in response to my gasp. “Oh, we’re just getting started, my Clio.”